Novelas y relatos de Desiree Danny Phantom

Did that old man bewitch me? I tried so hard to control my growing desire, but as I caressed my skin with the lather, the more I felt the heat between my legs. Until I finally caved into the devil. I closed my eyes once again and let my hands wander on my body. My right hand grabbed one of my taut peaks while the other moved further down to play with the sensitive nub between my core, imagining it was Vladimir's hands worshipping my body.

Tanya's POV I turned around to see a man with dark hair. I squinted for a while, trying to figure out who he was, before realising he was the same man. “What do you want, Dante?” I asked. “Well, I think I’ve just made it,” he said, giving me a strange expression. “And don’t ever call me Dante again. It was just an experiment, but I don’t like that name.” “What is your name then?” I asked. “Or rather, what would you like us to call you?”

"Seriously, I don't know why we even got an head chef, the last who died from suicide was already enough." The word was supposed to scare her; but it frightened her deeply, her hair rose up, and she shivered, before forcing out a smile. She didn't expect this of New York, she had thought that it was a city of love, but how wrong was she. People died to survive here. People tried to fit in here, something she found wrong. "The CEO is coming." Miranda walked towards the room, and everyone bobbed their eyelids towards the door. Zelda jabbed her fingers together, taking in a deep breath, with a fierce push, the door dangled open, and a figure walked in. They all bowed.

"I'm not Amy; I just resumed work here today, and the lady with the sequin suit gave me this tag... I stop talking as a blonde lady in a black, see-through dress walks up to us. With the way she's eyeing me maliciously, I can tell that she's the Amy. "Mister." She rubs her fingers on his arms, and when she finally holds his attention, she twirls and bends too low, showing us pink pussy. She stands up and moves closer to him, sucking on her thumb and using her hands to rub her breasts until she pushes her dress to the side and lets her breast spill out free. "It's Amy."

And yet, there was something about him that drew her in, something that made her pulse race even when he seemed to discard her with such cold indifference. But she wasn’t about to show weakness. She wasn’t like the other women who would fall at his feet. She wasn’t weak. Isabella turned toward the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate beyond the glass. The world outside was still, almost too still, and her reflection stared back at her—lost, uncertain. She wasn’t sure what she was becoming, but she knew one thing for certain. She wanted more. She wasn’t going to let Matteo DiCarlo walk out of her life without a fight.

And like the purest of artists automatically do when inspiration strikes, Alexandra Dupont had slipped right through the crack with another of her inimitable masterstrokes. I snarl and kill the holovid playback with a violent stab, spinning away before the sight of her exultant features filling my windscreen can burn into my retinas yet again. Before the phantom wafts of her sweat-soaked leathers and race exhaust inundate my senses in ways that still leave me...discomfited. "Luca," I bark over my shoulder, "Status update on the simulations." My oldest friend and head engineer straightens in his seat, shooting me an inscrutable look.

Maybe if I listened in on this conversation, I would know who I was dealing with. Opening the door as quietly as possible, I tried to listen out for voices. I was sure I hadn’t heard them walk up or down any stairs, so they had to be on this floor. My attention was caught by light streaming out of a door, illuminating the gap between the frame and the wall on the dark landing. I edged closer, careful not to make a sound. Sure enough, the noise of hushed voices reached my ears. “…I don’t care what it takes. I want that scaly bastard’s hoard.” Danny’s voice was dripping with bile.

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

Christian sighed in annoyance. “I felt like I am cheating on someone, and honestly, I feel horrible later.” He backed away, looking not anything in particular while Danny silently watched him with his lips pressed in a straight line. Christian turned. “I think some female spirit is ghosting around me. What do you think?” He asked, and Danny chuckled. “You are perfectly fine. Don’t worry. I will set your date with Sasha. She is a supermodel, you will definitely….” Before Danny could complete, Christian interrupted.

“You can’t do this. I will fucking tear you apart.” “I’d like to see you try,” Dannie said smugly and tore the deabru essence from one of his lackeys and consumed it. She instantly felt much better. Voss dropped a few more f-bombs as Dannie cannibalized his people one by one until he was the last one left. That’s when he started to beg and try to make deals. “Not this time, demon.” Dannie ripped his essence from the human host and devoured it. She allowed herself to enjoy the rush of power, the pleasure of it. If she was going to hell or Oblivion, might as well deserve it, right?